Little Angels
by Chloe1
Summary: Set 3 years after my last fic, Evelyn and Ewen get kidnapped by an enemy from Steve and Mark's past. Please R/R and no flames they do you no good.
1. Default Chapter

I don't own any DM characters—Evelyn and Ewen are mine though. This is the story following my original DM fic-Cheyenne Walker Sloan. Story takes three years after Cheyenne Walker Sloan. **I know I said in chapter ten that Evelyn's name was Evelyn Nicole but I decided after I published it that I want to name her Evelyn Carol (after Steve's sister) it's just something I believe Steve would do.**

Steve could have sworn his kitchen looked as if a cereal factory exploded, it didn't take long for him to realize that the twins were trying to make their breakfast again. Ewen held the dustpan and Evelyn tried to sweep a mixture of cereal into the dustpan for Ewen to dump back into the boxes. Steve appreciated the effort the twins were making but his temper was running short this morning he grabbed the broom from Evelyn's tiny hands and the dust pan from Ewen and began to toss the cereal on the floor into the trash can mumbling under his breath. Out of the corner of his eye Steve could see the twin's lower lip tremble as a tear trickled down each cheek. Cheyenne came into the kitchen running a lint brush over her skirt.

"Steve." She scolded as she put the lint brush up in a drawer, and placed one rugrat under each arm.

"Cheyenne look at the mess they made I don't have time to clean it…"

"Then leave it and I'll clean it when I get home, were trying to teach the twins about cleaning up after themselves." A small smile crept across her lips. "You have to admit it is funny." Steve just scowled though he did find it funny he also wanted to teach his children discipline and he wasn't going to succeed if they kept dismissing everything. Cheyenne gave him a kiss good-bye as she left, twins, briefcase and all. Steve continued to clean, Cheyenne always got home before Steve and was always in charge of cleaning up after the twins, she deserved a break. 

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Little Angels Day-Care

(Down the street from Cheyenne's architecture firm)

Little Angels Day-Care was the day care that Evelyn and Ewen spent their mornings, they'd spend the afternoon at Grandpa's. (Mark was now pulling half shifts as he crept toward the concept of retirement.) Cheyenne kissed each twin good-bye as they raced to join their friends at the computers. Cheyenne watched her children for a moment before slipping out the door, she waved good-bye to them from behind the glass window and the twins eagerly waved back. How much Cheyenne's life had changed since the twins, she absolutely adored the twins even when they had their moments. She couldn't help but wonder if one day the twins would have a little sister or brother. 

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Across the street from the Little Angels Day-Care

An old enemy of Steve and Mark's peered through his binoculars he watched as Cheyenne Walker Sloan left the daycare. She was killing him in that tan mini-skirt and tight white blouse, Steve was unfavorably lucky, but his attention was immediately diverted back to the day care. He knew the one way to get to the Sloan family was to take something extremely valuable to them. As soon as Cheyenne had left, he slipped out of his car and made his way across the street to the day care. He pulled his gun out, he would keep the gun on the twins in case the teacher tried anything heroic. He slipped through the front door keeping his vision low to avoid all security cameras he kicked down the door. 

"I want the Sloan twin's now!" He demanded. The teacher jumped up in alarm as some of the children began to cry. 

"I'm Ewen Sloan." Ewen stood up next to the computers his sister jumped up right next to him. Cocky, just like his old man, the man made a mental note. In one swoop he gathered up both twins, he pressed his gun against Evelyn's right ear. The teacher trembled, as the students began to cry and scream. Once out the door he made a run for it, out the building and across the street. He threw the twins into the back seat quickly tying them up and shoving them on the car flow he got in the driver's seat and tore off. 

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Los Angeles Police Department

Steve sat at his desk, cold coffee in one hand and a file in another a half-eaten sticky bun sat on his table. Mark was having Steve read an old pathology report from a five-year-old case for what reason Steve was not sure yet. Steve's phone rang, he placed the file down and the mug, rubbing the stickiness onto his jeans Steve picked up the phone. 

"Lieutenant Steve Sloan." Steve answered.

"Lieutenant this is Neelima Ganesh." Steve smiled, he recognized the British accent with a hint of Indian of the twin's day care teacher.

"Hello Neelima don't tell me Ewen ate the entire box of animal cookies again." He joke, Steve was on a first name base with Ms. Ganesh on the grounds that he had problems pronouncing her last name. 

"No Lieutenant that's not the reason why I called." Steve could hear a different tone in Neelima's usually perky voice. 

"Are the twins alright? Are they sick?" Neelima took in a deep breath as she began to relive the incident. Steve's hands began to shake.

"I'll be right there." Steve hung up the phone, he stuck his head into his captain's office quickly briefing him on what was going on.

"I'm coming with you." The captain stood up, gesturing for two officers to follow them they quickly ran out. 

"You call Cheyenne I'll call my Dad." Steve instructed, though he would never order his captain, he was addressing the man as his uncle and not his captain. Captain Neuman didn't argue as he pressed 2 on his cell phone that was the number to Cheyenne's desk phone. 

"Call Dad." Steve directed his phone. 

"Dialing Dad." His cell phone mechanically chirped back. One officer got into the driver's seat and the second officer that had tailed them out of the building got into the passenger, Captain Neuman and Steve got into the back. Steve told his dad about the twins. The two men continued to talk as Mark left the hospital and got into his car. Steve relived what happened earlier that morning to his dad.

"I didn't even kiss them good-bye I was just so mad…."

"Steve they know you love them." Mark interrupted. "I'm here and so is Cheyenne I'm hanging up now she looks pretty upset." With that Mark hung up. Steve slouched in his seat.

_"God if something happens to them…how will I face Cheyenne…how will I ever forgive myself." _The squad car pulled up, Steve could see Cheyenne crying into her father-in-law's shoulder, she instantly dried her tears when she saw her uncle and Steve approach. Steve looked right into his wife eye's he hadn't seen that look since Cheyenne was kidnapped herself over three years ago.

_…I'd never forgive myself. _


	2. Grabbin' a bite

Disclaimer in chapter 1

Sally: Thanks for pointing that fact out, I wasn't feeling that it was very realistic either, but I just went with it. Also I haven't been in a daycare since I myself was in one, and they were all pretty lacked in security ( I grew up in a small town where the day care lady was a college student) and the daycare's near me seem the same so that is what I base it on, (though I have no idea about their security) but thanks for pointing that out I'll try to make it more realistic, but now that I'm passed that it wont be a problem hopefully(Did that make any sense?-in short thanks for the review I'll try to make it more realistic from now on). 

This chapter is going to be short I just wanted to get it updated. 

Cheyenne watched as her husband moved between each cop trying to figure out what was going on. She could on sit back and watch as her life slowly began to unfold.

"Cheyenne honey let me take you home." Her uncle had offered for the millionth time.

"No thank you." Cheyenne replied for the millionth time. Mark came up and offered her a cup of coffee from the local coffee shop down the road, Cheyenne took two sips and then set it back down, she had a blanket draped over her shoulder and all she could do was follow Steve with her eyes.

"Want to come with me and get a bite to eat." Mark offered, trying to distract Cheyenne.

"No thank you Dad, I should just stay here." Cheyenne took another sip of her coffee, her eyes glazed over by tears that were beginning to build up.

"Come on Cheyenne there's not much we can do here, lets just go get everybody something to eat." He then took Cheyenne by the arm and led her to the car, she was to weak to resist. Mark attempted conversation in the car but Cheyenne could on stare forward wrapped up in the blanket. Mark had moved on to a conversation about hospital inventory when Cheyenne finally spoke up.

"Do you think they're scared?" She blurted out, Mark grew silent he adjusted the volume on the radio before responding.

"I believe so."

"Do you think they're warm?"

"I don't know."

"How about hungry, do you think they're hungry?"

"Depends."

"Depends on what?" Mark said nothing he just fiddled with the knobs on the dashboard and kept his concentration on driving. The tears slowly began to trickle down her eyes.

"He wouldn't hurt them would he?" Cheyenne sniffled. Mark coughed nervously.

"I don't know…." Mark was afraid to finish his sentence, thousands of possibilities were running through his head but he didn't want Cheyenne to know them. He heard plenty of kidnapped victim's stories before, many not always ending happily.

"Dad…." Cheyenne turned toward him.

"I don't know Cheyenne, what do you want to eat?" Cheyenne began to cry more, and turned back to staring out the window.

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I told y'all it'd be short but I just wanted to throw this out, if I can I'll update more later in the week. As always please R/R and no flames:)


	3. Don't You Cry

Disclaimer in chapter 1. Sorry it's really short chapter but I just wanted to update it. 

One more thing I have no idea who "the man" is yet, but I'm working on it!!

The man pulled Ewen and Evelyn out of the car and into a small condo.

"Barbie!" The man called. Ewen watched as a woman older than his mom, yet tried to look younger entered the room. Barbie had beach blonde hair and a Hawaiian Tropic tan. 

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Barbie looked at the two rugrats, she despised children with all her heart, but when her boyfriend promised to give her 75% of the ransom (he really did not care about the money but more about seeking revenge) she could not pass up the offer.

"Here." He thrust the twins at her and walked to the kitchen to retrieve a beer.

"What do you want me to do with them!" She snapped.

"I don't know untie them I guess, but don't let them get away." 

"How?" Barbie was already getting tired of the job.

"Threaten to shoot them with your gun if they make a run for it." Barbie glanced back at the children, tears building up in their eyes.

"Did you hear that?" She asked the children nodded, Barbie sat both Evelyn and Ewen on the couch and began to untie them.

"I want my mommy." Evelyn cried as soon as Barbie untie the cloth from around her mouth. Barbie said nothing but finished untying them both and settling back on the couch opposite of them.

"Ewen I want Mommy and Daddy." Evelyn whispered.

"I want Mommy but not Daddy he was mean remember?" Barbie smiled they could use that little reminder to turn the twins against their daddy, Steve. Evelyn's lower lip began to tremble.

"Don't you dare cry." Barbie warned her waving her gun around. Evelyn stopped crying the moment she saw the gun, the gun reminded her of her daddy's gun, but he keeps the gun away from the twins. 

"Daddy would never hurt us with his gun." Evelyn mumbled. Barbie leaned forward until she was practically in the young girl's face.

"Don't be so sure of yourself." Evelyn gave a puzzled look. "He yelled at you today didn't he?" Evelyn held her composure for a few seconds before nodding yes. "Then how do you know if really loves you two, maybe he would hurt you with his gun." Ewen stiffened.

"Don't believe her Ewen she's lying!" Evelyn pleaded, Barbie struck her across the face with the back of her hand. Evelyn yelped, Ewen sat still. 

"Now you two brats just listen up you both be good and we won't hurt you, be bad and we will understand?" Both children nodded, Evelyn struggled to hold back her tears, Barbie then leaned back in the couch satisfied for the moment. 

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I'm sorry it was short but as always I just wanted to update it.


	4. The Man

Disclaimer in chapter 1. 

–I believe I'm going to make this story short because I have a better plot for another story in the family series that everybody will like, so look for an ending to this soon and a new episode coming soonJ -

*Another thing I've been looking for awhile and could not find anybody that could be "the man" so I made up a character that Steve sent to jail after the final episode. *

~ Thanks again Sally for the reviews!!

"Lieutenant Sloan we've recovered the tape from the security camera would you like to watch it." Steve had gone back to his office to sort through the evidence, there was nothing he could do at the scene, so he and the captain believed he'd be better back at headquarters.

"Yes thank you." Steve stood up from behind his desk following the young officer where a TV and VCR were set up. Steve leaned up against an abandon desk as the tape began to play. He saw the front hall, which was unoccupied, and then back to the day care portion. He smiled as he watched Ewen and Evelyn play a computer game. Then it flashed back to the front, a man with his gun was making his way back to the day care area, his head hung low to avoid the cameras. In side the day care he watched as the man held out his gun and Ewen stood up, yelling something and Evelyn stood up beside him. The man grabbed Steve's twins… Steve stood up straight just wishing he could get his hands on that man…then the man pointed the gun right at Evelyn's head that made Steve's blood run cold. He then turned to leave and for a brief second the camera caught his face. 

"Pause it!" Steve snapped. The young cop hit the PAUSE button. "Now rewind it a little right to when the guy is turning." The cop did so. "There hit pause!" The cop did. "I want you take this, get his picture blown up, and then bring it back to me." 

"Right away lieutenant." The officer ejected the tape and made his way back to analysis. 

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20 minutes later

"Lieutenant." The young officer offered the picture over to Steve. 

"Patrick LaSalle." Steve instantly recognized.

"Do you know him sir?"

"About seven years ago I think there were five murders in the Los Angeles area all with ties to the French mafia. Patrick LaSalle's nephew, was the one who committed the first three murders, but died in a car accident caused by the fourth murder victim. Patrick LaSalle committed the last two, the fourth and fifth murder were husband and wife, Patrick LaSalle even admitted that he assisted in the murder of the first three people. He was convicted, and sentenced for fifty years since he pleaded guilty. Why he is out and I wasn't informed I don't know, and why his work got so sloppy…I don't know." The officer glanced at the file in his hands that he had retrieved on Patrick LaSalle. 

"His profile doesn't read like any mafia member."

"Because he isn't a member, just the uncle of a assassin for the french mafia." Steve explained, accepting the file on LaSalle. "Now he's out and seeking revenge…"

"Do you think he will kill your kids sir?" The officer asked a little intimidated.

"I pray he doesn't, but if he does I will hunt him to edge of the earth and take care of him myself." Steve studied the file, as the young man moved away. 


	5. The threat The idiots The vow

Disclaimer in chapter 1.

A really, really, really short chapter.

Patrick LaSalle walked to the edge of the boardwalk towing the children behind him, he leaned over the edge just enough to watch the waves come crashing onto the jagged rocks. He pulled the twins closer to the edge so they could get a glimpse the rocks.

"See that?" He snapped, both children cautiously nodded yes. "That is where you two will end up if your daddy doesn't find you soon?" Evelyn began to cry Ewen made an attempt to comfort her, but Patrick kept them apart. He turned back around and dragged them back up the boardwalk.

"I've been on hold for the past hour, what I want to know is why Patrick LaSalle was released and I was not informed?!" Steve sat agitated, he'd been on hold with the LA County Prison for over an hour, and yet he still had no response to why he was not informed. "You didn't think I'd need to know, my three-year old twins are kidnapped because you felt like I didn't need to be informed!" Steve quit tapping his pencil instead threw it at the ceiling. "Did I call the police of course I called the police, I work for the police! LET ME TALK TO THE WARREN." The idiots who were running the prison system were helpless. Steve leaned back as once again…he was put on hold.

Cheyenne stared at her AutoCAD program, the blueprints for the new restaurant were due next week, but Cheyenne didn't feel like doing it. Her home computer was connected to her office computer, so she could perform her work at home, which is where she was waiting for Steve. A photo of the twins and Steve was framed on her computer desk, Steve and Ewen smiled proudly over their recent catch, while Evelyn sat totally grossed out as she was being forced to touch the fish. 

"Will find you….I promise." Cheyenne silently vowed. 


	6. One Hour

Disclaimer in chapter 1.

Cheyenne sat on the living room couch, no longer pretending that she was working, she had wrapped herself up in a handmade quilt and flipped through a photo album that contained the twin's second birthday pictures.  There was a picture, three generations of Sloans lined up all with the same identical smiles, and mysterious eyes.  Another picture of Amanda and Evelyn as they both stuffed their faces with chocolate cream cake.  A picture of Steve with a clown nose, and a twin under each arm.  Another picture of Cheyenne sitting on a park bench while Evelyn kissed her on her left cheek and Ewen on her right.  Tears rolled down Cheyenne's face and fell onto the photo album as if drowning the memories.  

            "Damn that man."  Cheyenne cursed under her breath.  "Damn him for disrupting our lives, for taking the joy out of my life!" She slammed the album shut.  Hot tears ran out of her eyes.  Cheyenne wrapped the quilt around her frame tighter, she was adrift in her thoughts when the phone ring ripped her out of her day dream, she snatched up the phone.

            "Hello?"

            "Mommy?"

            "Ewen?"

            "Mommy a bad man's got us and he says if Daddy doesn't do what he says he's going to throw us into the ocean…"  The phone must have been taken from the little boy's grip, as a new voice appeared on the phone.

            "Mrs. Sloan?"  Cheyenne almost choked on her own voice.

            "Who is this?"  She hissed. 

            "You know who it is, and your little boy is right, tell your husband he's got one hour or Steve will be bringing home the twins in body bags."  The phone clicked dead.  Cheyenne got nauseas at that moment she made a mad dash for the bathroom, not leaving anything left in her stomach, the thought of her twins being murdered made her so sick.  Then it hit her, what was she doing hugging the toilet when precious time was passing?  She had to call Steve she had to know that he knew.  Cheyenne couldn't get the number right as she had to redial Steve's number five times, when it finally went through the line was busy.

            "Dang it!"  She screamed snatching her purse and car keys she ran out the door.

Steve was still on hold when Cheyenne came bursting into the department and ran right up to his desk.

            "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" She demanded.

            "I'm on hold." 

            "WITH WHO?"

            "The LA county prison."  Just by looking at her face Steve knew that was not the answer she wanted to hear.

            "OUR CHILDREN HAVE LESS THAN ONE HOUR TO LIVE AND YOU'RE SITTING AT YOUR DESK ON HOLD!"

            "What?!"  The phone fell to the floor Steve jumped, why was he not aware of this.  Cheyenne raced through her conversation with Ewen and Patrick LaSalle.  

            "Do you know what he wants?"

            "Yes I do."

            "Well…."

            "How much time do we have?"  Cheyenne glanced at her watch, a huge lump formed in her throat.

            "Thirty-seven minutes."

            "God I hope it's enough time."  With that Steve ran out, and Cheyenne remained rooted where she was drowning in her tears.  


	7. When seconds last a lifetime

Disclaimer in chapter 1.

To Sally: Cheyenne knowing Patrick LaSalle's name was a blooper on myself I thought at some point she was informed, or maybe the way I worded it didn't sound right who knows! Thanks for reviewing though and pointing that out.

The story is drawing to an end and I'm thinking of maybe another story.

Patrick LaSalle grew impatient by the minute.

12 minutes and 29 seconds remained.

The twins sat adjacent from him, embracing one another as the occasional whimper slipped from their lips. 

"Let's go for a walk."

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Steve raced for the beach, he had gotten the location from the phone tap that he had put on his home phone. A brief case loaded down with money lay in the passenger seat, and Steve, with no bulletproof vest in the driver's seat. 

Cheyenne couldn't know what LaSalle wanted, but Steve wasn't going to let his children die because of him. He knew exactly what LaSalle wanted a quarter of a million dollars…and Steve…dead.

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Patrick LaSalle was enjoying the stroll along the beach, drawing closer to the pier. Then a smile snuck across his face.

"How about a boat ride children?" He took the twins by the wrists dragging them down the pier and into a wooden canoe. 

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Steve drove his truck right onto the beach, he saw in the distance a man putting two small children into a boat. 

"DAMN HIM!" Steve cursed. He grabbed the suitcase and made a mad dash across the beach.

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Barbie was watching this all from a worn out beach chair, she had no intention of actually participating in the murder, but the only regret she had was she was not getting her money. Just then she saw a man, matching Steve's description, make a run for LaSalle. She drew her gun from the patio tabletop and chased after Steve, before she could make another move. Steve whirled around and shot Barbie in the leg. How he detected her she was clueless, the pain ripped through her leg and for awhile she was paralyzed. 

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Patrick LaSalle had heard the shot and looked to the shore to see Barbie collapse and Steve running for the water. 

"Come here!" He snapped he reached for Evelyn but Ewen got in the way, he took him anyway, holding him over the boat he yelled to Steve.

"It's to late Sloan!" He called to shore.

"DADDY!" Evelyn screamed, Ewen was incapable of screaming, he was trying to get out of LaSalle's hold. LaSalle pushed the child below water, Ewen tried to fight back, but LaSalle was stronger, Evelyn was screaming and crying. Steve attempted to take aim at LaSalle, but he risked hitting Evelyn. 

"Please God, let me just hit so I can get my twins to safety." He prayed. Taking aim, his shot ripped through the air, it pierced LaSalle in the upper arm, he let go of his grip on Ewen, LaSalle reeled back in pain knocking Evelyn over board. Steve hopped in the closest boat, his adrenaline pumping, he was beside LaSalle's boat in seconds. He pulled Evelyn from out of the water, who was struggling to stay afloat, and then had to dive in to retrieve Ewen. Steve pulled Ewen into the boat to realize in horror…

"God he's not breathing!"

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Last chapter should be next or one after the next I'll see.


	8. Fairy Tale Ending

Disclaimer in chapter 1.

Cheyenne sat in the doctor's lounge of Community General chugging down her third coke. She had received a call from her uncle to await him and her family's arrival at Community General, but he wouldn't tell anything beyond they had the children. Amanda stood next to her close friend watching her as she beat the vending machine for a bag of pretzels. 

"Amanda do you know anything?" She cried. Amanda bit her lip, Mark had filled her in on the scenario, but he asked Amanda not to tell Cheyenne anything, to let Steve fill her in. "You do just someone asked you not to tell me." The bag fell, but by then Cheyenne had lost interest in it. Amanda just took Cheyenne within her arms and let her cry.

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Steve sat in the ambulance as it rushed to Community General, Evelyn sat in his lap crying, but Steve couldn't concentrate on anything. He watched as the paramedics tended to his son wishing he could do something. Another ambulance followed carrying LaSalle and Barbie. It took every ounce of the paramedic's strength to keep Steve from strangling his children's kidnappers. As the ambulance pulled up Steve could rest assure knowing that his dad and Jesse were waiting within' the hospital. As Ewen was rushed into the hospital Steve followed in close pursuit cradling Evelyn in his arms.

"I want mommy!" Evelyn screamed beating on her dad's chest.

"I'm her Evelyn." Steve attempted to reassure, but Evelyn continued to scream.

"IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!" Evelyn had might as well delivered a punch square in Steve's stomach, he felt so guilty. Mark and Jesse had already taken Ewen, but Steve could not hold Evelyn any longer she fought and screamed so much. Amanda and Cheyenne came running out of the doctor's lounge, Cheyenne took the screaming child in her arms, and Amanda led the two off to an examination room. Steve stood frozen to the ground, until he heard the sound of beeps coming from the room they took Ewen too. Steve rushed over to the window to see doctors and nurses racing around Ewen. 

"He has to much fluid in the lungs!" Steve's heart skipped a beat.

"God don't take my son!" Steve collapsed to his knees. "Please God don't take my son from me."

"Oh God!" Cheyenne cried from behind him. She stood behind Steve, clutching Evelyn, watching the scene in the room unfold before her. "Steve what's going on!" Steve attempted to explain everything to her, but it was clearly to overwhelming. Finally the chaos calmed down inside the room, Mark nodded to Jesse and Jesse emerged from the room.

"Jesse?" Steve questioned.

"He's going to be find Steve, I can't exactly say how, it was more along the lines of a miracle." Cheyenne cried out in relief.

"Thanks Jesse." Jesse smiled.

"How's Evelyn." He asked stroking the young girl's hair.

"Just fine, thank you." Cheyenne replied, shifting nervously. "What about the kidnappers?"

"They were shot by your husband, and are doing ok, but your uncle has cops stationed all around them, as soon as they're able they'll be moved to the jail." Cheyenne nodded in understanding.

"Can I see my son now?" 

"Go ahead." The entire Sloan gathered in the small room. Ewen looked so frail being hooked up to all those machines. 

"Ewen sweetheart." Cheyenne coed leaning over her son. "Baby its mommy." Ewen's eyes fluttered open a small smile crept across his face.

"Mommy." He whispered. 

"Shhhh yes baby its me." She brushed his hair back from his eyes.

"Is Evelyn ok?"

"I'm fine." Evelyn pepped up, eager to see her brother was ok.

"And Daddy?"

"I'm here."

"Thank you Daddy." Ewen's eyes fluttered close as he slipped back to sleep.

"See they don't blame you." Cheyenne assured leading them out. 

"Daddy!" Evelyn cried extending her arms for her dad to take her. Steve smiled he was back to being loved by his family again.

"Dad?" Steve asked his father had been propped up in the corner watching the family reunion.

"I think I'm getting to old for this." He joked. "Ewen's going to be fine, just a little rest then he'll be good to go home. I had no part in this though, it was a pure miracle, all the credit goes straight to the man upstairs." The family nodded in understanding.

"Thank you God." Cheyenne prayed.

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Epilogue

Four days later Ewen was released from the hospital. The Sloan family moved out of their home and relocated to a beach home. Barbie was charged with kidnapping and attempt of murder and sentenced to life in prison, while LaSalle was charged with murder, attempt of murder, and kidnapping and sentenced the death penalty. 

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Well that's then end for now, there may be another story I'm not sure yet. –Thanks!-Chloe


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